Looking at Qin Shuang sitting in front of him, the prince said solemnly, "Did he do it?"
Shaking her head, Qin Shuang said, "We don't know yet. But his people and his army are in Western Xinjiang. Moreover, the Blood Red Valley where the Blood Soul Hall is located has been filled in. All traces have been erased. But according to the There is news about the grudge between the Blood Soul Hall’s only deputy hall master who was lucky enough to escape the disaster. They have no dispute with Yan Yin. However, he mentioned another sect.”
"Yeah." The prince said, "Who."
"Feng Yunhai Giant Sword Sect." Qin Shuang said in a deep voice, "Qian Qian said. Before he left the Blood Soul Hall, a master from the Fengyun Sea Giant Sword Sect once visited their Blood Soul Hall. The master's name was Fang Xi. .In his hand is a long black sword with a dragon sealed on it."
"The long black sword with the dragon sealed inside it." The prince exclaimed in shock, "It's really the dragon."
Qin Shuang said, "This is what Qian Qian said. I don't know whether it is true or not. But what is certain is that Qian Qian wants to use this matter to get all the factions in Western Xinjiang to unite to help him find out who destroyed the Blood Soul Hall." People. And those sects in Western Xinjiang want to use this matter to deal with Qingyue Mountain."
With a cold smile, the prince said, "Everyone really has their own thoughts. They want to deal with Qingyue Mountain. That is a delusion. However, they have to be on guard. These people may use this to deal with Yan Yin."
Nodding, Qin Shuang said, "I have already ordered my men to investigate the actions of various sects. It's a pity that the Yanyin people are in Western Xinjiang. We can't contact him even if we want to."
Sighing, the prince said, "Yes. However, there is another question I don't understand. Why did Yan Yin lead his army to Western Xinjiang? There is nothing left in Western Xinjiang. Why did he go to Western Xinjiang?"
Smiling, Qin Shuang said, "Prince, think about it. If this hadn't happened, who would have known that Yan Yin would be in Western Xinjiang."
"No one should know about this," the prince muttered. "It was only through this incident that we learned the specific whereabouts of Yan Yin. I always thought he was in Northern Xinjiang, but I didn't expect that he was actually in Western Xinjiang."
"That's right. Not only do we not know, but the one in the south doesn't know either." Qin Shuang said, "Think about it. What would happen if Yan Yin's army suddenly appeared in the south one day."
The prince was stunned for a moment. Then he realized: "I understand. An unexpected shock. Yan Yi and Nangong Jian are sworn friends. And Yan Yin is Nangong Jian's nephew. He entered southern Xinjiang from northern Xinjiang, or traveled eastward. Bypassing the Yanyun Mountains and going south. But this journey is too far and has no effect. Another way is to go from the west and pass through the mountains of Western Xinjiang. In this way, not only will no one be aware of it, but you can also reach the destination. An unexpected effect.”
"Yes," Qin Shuang nodded and said, "Marquis Dingbei and General Zhennan have joined forces. Even his general has to weigh three points."
Looking at the prince, Qin Shuang said, "Prince, what you have to do now is to contact Yan Yin as soon as possible, so as to truly join forces with him. The monarch is no longer able. In a few years, you will officially ascend the throne. If at that time Without a real force to support you, I’m afraid it’s hard to guarantee your throne.”
Sighing, the prince said, "I know this. Linglong is serving his father every day now. Linglong has told me about his physical condition. I also want to contact Yan Yin. But he is in Western Xinjiang. So am I. I am so helpless."
"That's not necessarily true." A cold voice came from the door of the hall. A woman slowly walked in.
"Linglong," the prince said in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Linglong's appearance hasn't changed much. It's just that she is more mature and charming.
She cupped her hands to Qin Shuanggong. Linglong said softly, "Linglong has met Mr. Zuo Shi."
"Yeah" nodded. Qin Shuang said, "Princess Linglong, you don't have to be polite. It seems that you haven't finished what you just said."
Smiling slightly, Linglong found a chair and sat next to the prince and said, "According to the information my people found, not long ago, there was a group of unidentified men in black from the west looking for information. Moreover, their actions were very strict. Obviously they belong to an organization. Later, these people established a stronghold in the imperial capital and collected information everywhere."
"Gathering information from the west." The prince pondered for a moment, then looked at his sister and said, "You mean, these people are from Northern Xinjiang."
Linglong nodded and said, "I'm not sure, but it's 80% certain. You know, there is no other army in the world except for the soldiers in Northern Xinjiang who all wear black uniforms."
"What about these people?" The prince said hurriedly, "Since they are Yan Yin's people, let's contact Yan Yin through them."
Shaking her head, Linglong said, "A few months ago, a mysterious force uprooted all these strongholds. Moreover, these people were all injured and withdrew from the imperial capital."
"Mysterious force." Qin Shuang frowned and said, "Princess, does she know who this mysterious force belongs to? And why does he deal with these people?"
"As for why you are dealing with these people, I don't know," Linglong said slowly, "but I know that the master of this mysterious force has some issues with Yan Yin."
"Wait a minute." The prince frowned and thought carefully. Then he said coldly, "Is it his?"
Nodding, Linglong said, "Yes. It's Zhuang Shu's killer organization Suoming. The one who dealt with these people was an organization under Suoming that was also responsible for collecting information. Maybe they found out that these people were Yan Yin's people. So he attacked them. However, Zhuang Shu's people did not kill Yan Yin's people. Instead, they wounded them and forced them to withdraw from the imperial capital. If I think about it, he probably wanted to take a long-term view to catch the big fish. .I want to lure out more powerful people."
"Great," the prince sneered, "A killer organization back then was actually so capable. It seems that this Zhuang Shu's methods are very ruthless."
Qin Shuang looked at Linglong and said, "If that's the case, then why did the princess say that it wasn't necessarily true when we said we couldn't contact Yan Yin? Is there something else we haven't said yet?"
She smiled. Linglong said, "I can't hide it from Lord Zuo at all. In fact, the reason why I came back is because my people discovered something. Another group of people belonging to Yan Yin came to the imperial capital. And these people are all powerful. Powerful. There is also a Martial King among them."
"Even King Wu has sent out troops," Qin Shuang said, "There are really many people under Yan Yin."
"As far as I know, Yan Yin has at least ten Martial Kings under his command." Linglong said, "His eldest brothers are the generals who now lead the army. One Piece, Sword Turtle, Yu Yan and Hai Yan are all Martial Kings. And I heard that there are still some soldiers who belong to the old Yan family army. They are also King Wu. I just don’t know who this King Wu is who came to the imperial capital this time."
After pondering for a while, the prince said, "In order to avoid any changes, Linglong, please ask your people to help me contact them immediately. No matter what their purpose of coming to the imperial capital is, I need to contact Yan Yin through them at this moment."
"Unlike the emperor's instructions, I have already asked my people to contact them." Linglong smiled and said, "By the way, I also got a piece of news. Yan Yin's sworn second brother, Ling Yunfeng, the nephew of Martial Saint Ling Jiannan, will be here in a few months. Later, I made an appointment with Mu Chenxuan, the master of Fengyunhai Giant Sword Sect, to fight in the Wild City."
"I have also heard about this," Qin Shuang said, "It is said that Mu Chenxuan and his people went to Qingyun Peak to challenge the masters. However, they ended up in a draw with the next head of Qingyun Peak, Yang Qian, the eldest son of the Yang family. Mu Chenxuan and Ling Yunfeng are both Martial Kings. They are both the best among their peers. A battle between two strong men would probably be a good show."
Nodding, Linglong said, "At that time, there will be many people going to watch the battle. If my guess is correct, Yan Yin should also know the news. He will most likely appear in Wilderness City."
Looking at Qin Shuang and then at Linglong, the prince pondered for a moment and said, "What you mean is that you want me to go to southern Xinjiang and have a face-to-face interview with Yan Yin."
Qin Shuang remained silent. Linglong said, "Winning over Yan Yin is equivalent to winning over the four major forces. A Northern Territory, a Zhennan General, and the two major cultivator sects of Qingyun Peak and Qingyue Mountain. With them. Only with their support can the imperial brother's throne be secure. With their support, this empire can continue to be passed down."
"Yan Yin is a person who has no desire for power," Qin Shuang said. "He handed over the management of Northern Xinjiang to a man who was not his friend, Mo Qingqing. He also handed over his army to his brothers. Since he did not stick to the Northern Territory It can be seen from the development of Xinjiang that he led his army to go south from Western Xinjiang. Yan Yin is not keen on power and status. Judging from many of his methods, Yan Yin is a pure warrior like his father."
"Not only are the Western Xinjiang factions in Southern Xinjiang, but also the Emperor's uncle is in charge. Going there at this time is indeed a very risky thing." Linglong said, "However, as long as we are well prepared, it shouldn't be a problem for you, Emperor Brother, to quietly go south." The current empire has escaped the control of the imperial capital. If you take one risk in exchange for the stability of the empire, it is worth it."
The prince lowered his head and thought for a moment. Then he said, "Let's do this. I'll contact Yan Yin's men first to understand the situation. As for whether to go south, we'll talk about it later."
In a forest outside the imperial capital.
"General Xue Li, is this the imperial capital?" Shifang looked at Xue Li beside him and said, "We will enter the city later. I hope General Xue Li can restrain your murderous intent."
Nodding, Xue Li said, "Don't worry. I will pay attention to this."
"Well," Shifang said to the dozen or so soldiers who came with him, "We are all in disguise along the way. I hope that after entering the imperial capital, everyone will not reveal their identities. Also, we are here this time The purpose is to rebuild the stronghold for gathering intelligence, not to start a dispute with the opponent."
After everyone made preparations, they then headed towards the gate of the imperial capital.
What a coincidence. Everyone walked through the city gate that Yan Yin entered when he first entered the imperial capital. Xiawu Gate.
There are many people in front of the Xiawu Sect. Even though it is already afternoon, there is still an endless stream of people coming from all over the empire.
After waiting in line for a long time, everyone came to the Xiawu Gate.
After a brief inquiry and inspection by the city gate guards, Shifang led everyone to prepare to enter the city.
Suddenly, Xue Li pressed his shoulder. Then a strong killing intent surged out of his body. He stared coldly at a person in the crowd.
Wearing white clothes and holding a black broken sword, he had an extraordinary aura standing there.
The people of the imperial capital who were busy heard a shocking loud noise. Then they saw two soaring streams of energy and blood rushing into the sky.
When everyone realized that the noise was coming from the Xiawu Sect, they were shocked to find that half of the Xiawu Sect had collapsed.
A middle-aged man with a cold expression stood in the ruins with blood on his fists. Opposite him, a man in white holding a broken sword had blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.